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Inner Child
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2010 Poetry
Children playing in the warm summer sun,
free of all cares as you know it should be.
In the great outdoors it’s great to be free,
jumping and running and having all sorts of fun.
Everyone trying hard not to be outdone,
screaming so loudly just like a banshee.
Levels of fun to uncertain degree,
looking forward to the time it’s begun.
Then the years quickly just pass them all by,
forcing them all into the daily grind.
Responsibilities then start to rule,
and to our childhood we then say goodbye.
Wishing it could somehow be intertwined,
keeping an inner child is always way cool.
